In order to condense a Territory, one had to have a unique understanding of a certain aspect. For example, Ao Chen had condensed a Sword Territory. That Sword Territory represented his unique understanding of the Way of the Sword. Using his own Sword Intent as a guide, he could condense thousands of Sword Qi into a Territory. Then, using the Territory as a foundation, he could constantly integrate other Sword Intents into it.
If Ao Chen really obtained the Five Elements Battle Sword and integrated it into the Sword Territory, he could use it to comprehend the Five Elements Sword Essence. In the end, it could evolve into a unique world, which was the Inner World. The Inner World. A territory was just the foundation of a world.
In a territory, the owner of the territory was a god. He could use the territory at will to help him in battle. Generally speaking, those who could kill a tribulation or an Ancient Demon King were the same existences. Under a territory, all were ants. Unless one used a sea of people tactic, it would be difficult to resist.
However, a powerful attack could still shake a territory.
Sakra's shocking slash landed on the Sword Domain. Although it didn't split the Sword Domain apart, it caused the thousands of ancient swords in the Sword Domain to crumble on the spot, shattering into tiny fragments. The size of the territory also shrank by half in an instant. It could be said that it had caused irreversible damage to the Sword Territory.
"Di Shitian!"
Seeing the Sword Territory suddenly collapse and shrink, and the thousands of ancient swords burst out of it, Ao Chen's expression was as if he had seen the enemy who killed his father. He gritted his teeth and spat out three words. There was no need to mention the pain in his heart. The ancient swords in the Sword Territory did not come out of nowhere. Some were his past collection, and some were condensed from endless sword qi as the territory grew stronger. The number and strength of the ancient swords represented the size and strength of the territory.
It should be known that a territory needed to be nurtured by one's cultivation bit by bit. Now that it had suffered such a heavy blow, it could not be recovered in a short time. If looks could kill, Di Shitian would have been killed countless times by now.
The repeated clashes had truly shocked Ding Dang. To be honest, this was the first time she had seen someone who could challenge an expert who had already condensed a domain, and even cause such great damage to the opponent's domain. She gasped in amazement, and no matter how she looked at it, there was a sliver of disbelief in her spirited eyes.
"Curse — Withering Glory!!"
Di Shitian would not give Ao Chen a chance to catch his breath. He coldly snorted in his heart, and with a thought, he saw one of the eleven mysterious runes branded on the Tier 3 Black Lotus in the Yao Residence suddenly burst out with a strange force and rushed out. It rushed to the index finger of his left hand.
His index finger mysteriously glowed with an evil black light, and he pointed it at Ao Chen, who was wrapped in the sword domain!!
Black light burst out from his finger and turned into a mysterious seal that was exactly the same as the seal on the black lotus. It flew out from his finger and pressed toward Ao Chen.
"It's a curse …"
Despite Dingdang's calm demeanor, when he saw the rune fly out, his delicate little face abruptly changed and he couldn't help but cry out. His eyes were filled with inexplicable horror. He looked at Di Shitian in disbelief.
In the eyes of the world, incantations were curses. Because it was really too evil, too strange.
Ao Chen originally had an angry look on his face. His eyes looked as if he wanted to eat someone. He had never thought that an existence that was like an ant in his eyes could force him into such a situation. That kind of fury almost burned away his rationality in an instant. However, Ding Dang's single word 'curse' extinguished all of his anger on the spot.
He hurriedly looked and saw the strange rune flying toward him. As it flew, it was constantly changing shape, as if it was alive. This alone could be said to be extremely strange.
"Curse, this is a curse. How can you know how to curse?"
Ao Chen was inexplicably shocked. In the world, there were not many ways to resist the curse. First, there was the Buddhist light, which had a restraining effect on this kind of evil curse, but it was not absolute. Second, there were anti-evil spells, evil-warding treasures, and cultivation methods to restrain evil. Third, the cultivation level was far stronger than the person who cast the curse. Force it out. Even a Yang cultivation method could be used. Otherwise, it would be extremely difficult to resist.
As it happened, Ao Chen didn't have any of those. For a moment, the first thought in his mind was to dodge. He hoped that his domain would be able to block it.
Unfortunately, there was no time to dodge. The curse came very quickly, and appeared right outside of his sword domain. However, the domain didn't have much of an effect on the curse. It twisted and twisted, passed through the domain, and then silently entered Ao Chen's body.
"Aaaagh!! ! "
Ao Chen let out a miserable shriek, and his expression was one of extreme pain. It was as if the curse had inflicted unbearable damage on his soul.
"How could this be …." Dingdang's eyes widened as he watched the changes in Ao Chen's body.
After the curse entered his body, his expression and appearance began to change at a speed visible to the naked eye. His face began to show signs of age, and gradually, wrinkles began to appear. His expression was getting older and older. It was as if his life force was rapidly draining away.
In just a few breaths of time, the handsome, arrogant, and handsome young man who had just moments ago turned into a white-haired old man in his fifties. Wrinkles began to appear on his face. It was as if his essence, qi, and spirit were being devoured in an instant.
On the other hand, Di Shitian's body trembled, and he was full of energy. It was as if he had been injected with an adrenaline shot. The energy he had expended in the fight just now seemed to have been completely restored in an instant. Moreover, his divine temple was full. Even his face was glowing. His essence and qi had increased by a large margin.
"Di Shitian, I, Ao Chen, won't let you go. Just you wait."
Ao Chen's eyes were filled with pain. Suddenly, his body turned into a ray of sword light and fled into the distance. He left behind a hateful roar in midair. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared without a trace. It was as though he had just stimulated his own potential, and his speed was inconceivable. Of course, asking Sakra to block a tribulation passing cultivator to escape was a bit too much.
"Hmph!" A cold light flashed in Di Shitian's eyes, and he said coldly, "Whoever wants to deal with me will have to pay a painful price. The Withering Spell devours vitality every three days. Each time, it devours vitality for a hundred years. Even if you're a Tribulation Passing cultivator, what can you do? Let's see how many times you can withstand it. "
Spell — Withering Glory!
As long as one was under this spell, the vitality in their body would be devoured in large amounts. Each time, it would devour a hundred years of the host's lifespan, which was a hundred years of vitality. This was called withering, causing the enemy's life to dry up. There would be an interval of three days for each cycle. In other words, every three days, a hundred years of lifespan would be devoured. After a month, it would be a thousand years of lifespan. Although cultivators were detached from the secular world, there was also a limit to their lifespan. How many times could they withstand being devoured like this?
The glory was that the vitality devoured by the spell would be directly injected into the caster's body. If the host lost a hundred years of vitality, the caster could seize a hundred years of vitality. This huge vitality could not increase one's lifespan, but it could strengthen one's essence and strengthen one's body. It could increase one's potential.
This was the true essence of the Withering Glory spell. To seize another person's vitality and integrate it into one's own body. If this method was known to others, it would be a blatantly evil spell. This spell was so strange that it made one's hair stand on end. Just thinking about it would make one's heart turn cold. Most of the spells were like this, but not many of them were used to save people.
This was the fundamental reason why in the ancient times, everyone kept a respectful distance from the Cursemancers. It was because the things they played were too strange, and they were full of strangeness. The most terrifying of all was the most mystical ability of the Cursemancer — Word Curse!!
It was similar to the heaven-defying ability — Golden Mouth and Jade Words. However, this Word Curse was to curse people. If one said that you choked to death with plain water, you would choke to death with plain water. If one said that you were chopped to death with a knife, countless knives would appear out of nowhere and chop you into meat paste. If one said that you were smashed to death by a meteor, you would not believe it.
It was that strange!!
"Hehe!! — — "
The Witch Ding Dang saw Ao Chen's miserable state and looked at Di Shitian with a different gaze. However, she was indeed worthy of the title of Witch. When others saw this strange spell, they would turn around and leave immediately. However, not only did she not leave, she descended from mid-air and looked at Di Shitian with starry eyes. She chuckled and said, "Big Brother Di, do you have a wife? What do you think of little sister? Why don't you let me be your wife? Ding Dang will be very obedient. "
She stretched out her snowy arms and opened her hands. A pair of crystal clear feet stepped on the ground. She stood in front of Di Shitian and twirled in a circle, showing off her proud and perfect figure. Her tall and proud twin peaks were full. She was curvaceous in front and behind, exquisite and graceful, and naturally exuded endless charm.
That shocking charm was enough to make even plants fall in love. Even a hundred flowers would be ashamed. A fatal temptation flashed across every part of her body. The bell on her wrist rang clearly and sweetly, adding a bit of color. When it turned, she was almost like a fairy.
Under this kind of endless charm, it would be hard for any male creature to not be tempted by her.
Even Di Shitian's Adam's apple unconsciously squirmed a few times, and he turned his head to the side with difficulty.
"I'm sorry, Miss Ding Dang seems to have come a step too late. The position of Shitian's wife has already been taken."
Just as Di Shitian was about to say something, suddenly, from the left side of the forest, a slightly lazy and beautiful voice sounded. It was comparable to the sound of nature, and naturally had a kind of innate charm. It unconsciously caused ripples in one's heart and mind. However, just from the voice alone, one could already guess how beautiful the owner of this voice would be.
"Oh!! Then I wonder who Big Brother Di's wife is. "A trace of craftiness flashed across Ding Dang's face. She turned her head and looked in the direction of the voice.
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